Guilt, Jealousy, Martyrdom, and Popsicles
My husband's sick. He has a fever and a sore throat. He came home from work around noon and spent the rest of the day in bed--sleeping, reading, watching TV, spraying his throat with numbing-stuff, and whimpering.
He's already called in sick for tomorrow. I think he's done that...well, gosh. Once? Maybe twice?--in all the 14 years I've known him. ( Read more... )
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Secondly, poor Thomas, hope he feels better soon. But boy do I know what you mean about that guilt trip thing. Why do we struggle on like some kind of heroic soldier when we are unwell.
Don't you just wish you were a little girl again at times like those. With a mummy to bring you all your favourite things to cheer you up and make you feel better.
Scotland is beautiful today. I went to the beach for a long walk with a friend and we picniced and played tin whistle into the breeze.
Anyway, must go feed my deprived family.
Or is it depraved. Not sure.
Love ya
D
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